Chapter 69: Madman

  Libya, Tripoli.

  Libya is a North African country. Located on the southern coast of the Mediterranean, it borders Egypt, Sudan, Chad, Niger, Algeria and Tunisia. Except for the coastal area and the mountainous south, most of the country is desert. Libya's strategic location makes it an important oil producer and a key trading partner for European countries. However, due to the Gaddafi regime's conflicts with the West, it has been politically isolated by Western nations.

  Due to the large gap between the rich and the poor in Libya, the civilian demonstrations evolved into a struggle between different political factions within the country. The domestic opposition received support from NATO and carried out various activities without interruption. Furthermore, Gaddafi's autocratic rule, with numerous contradictions with the United States, led to Libya being subjected to economic sanctions by Western countries at intervals of three to five years.

  On this basis, Gaddafi carried out his dictatorship to the end, suppressing the opposition's increasingly loud calls. In this situation, Gaddafi had to find a political fulcrum that would make the people have confidence in him, and this fulcrum was the military force to contain Western countries.

  With such military power, his dictatorial rule can continue, otherwise the rebound of the people under pressure will be bigger and bigger, which is not what he can afford. So he has to seek large-scale lethal weapons, even if only one intercontinental missile can pose a threat to Western countries.

  Zhao Ziyang was immediately summoned by Gaddafi upon his return and entered Gaddafi's luxurious presidential palace.

  Gaddafi's mansion is far more luxurious than Yahya's, in comparison, Yahya's can only be called a small villa. No wonder, the Libya ruled by Gaddafi has plenty of money, they have oil and natural gas, these things are now more precious than gold.

  "Hello, Special Forces Mr.!" Kazafi, wearing sunglasses and looking arrogant, stood up and greeted Zhao Ziyang.

  His voice was deep and resonant, full of an unyielding confidence that bordered on arrogance, making anyone feel the immense self-assurance emanating from within him.

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  The Kaddafi known to the outside world is a tiger who dares to confront America, with an iron fist and dictatorial rule that has made him notorious. He is a tough guy who will never yield, as can be seen from his appearance: broad forehead, straight nose, strong jaw, robust physique and serious eyebrows.

  Gaddafi is a controversial figure, with an assessment of him that is half praise and half criticism. In the eyes of some people, he is "the great savior", "national hero", "revolutionary leader" and "strong man in the Middle East"; while in the eyes of others, he is "madman", "lunatic", "supporter of terrorism" and "tyrant". As time goes by, history will give Gaddafi a final evaluation. However, whether his supporters or opponents, they have to admit one fact: under Gaddafi's leadership, this country with a population of about 6 million people got rid of poverty.

  He is a madman, he is a real man.

  "Hello, President Gaddafi." Zhao Ziyang shook hands with Gaddafi's outstretched right hand.

  Gaddafi's palms were thick and powerful, and you could clearly feel the calluses worn by his gun.

  "Hmm." Gaddafi's serious face gestured to Zhao Ziyang to sit down, and he spoke directly to him: "You handled the internal chaos in Guinea very well, letting me see the ability of your hidden agents again. I'm delighted that you can lead the hidden agents to become stronger without Heiying, and I offer my congratulations."

  Gaddafi was always stern and serious, the expression he kept for the longest. But these two sentences were his sincere congratulations, with Gaddafi's personality, there is no reason to say some polite words to a mercenary leader. Yes or no, not yes or no, even the US doesn't put him in their eyes, he won't be polite to others.

  "Thank you Mr President for your help..."

  "No!" Qaddafi waved his hand to interrupt Zhao Ziyang's words, saying in a loud and clear tone: "I'm not helping you, I'm only helping myself. What's between us is just a deal, a transaction. Among the hidden ones, I only help Heiying, he's my friend."

  This sentence is very clear, he didn't treat Zhao Ziyang as a friend, it was just a naked transaction between them.

  However, Zhao Ziyang felt not only no discomfort but also thought it sounded good. He was a man and Qaddafi was also a man; men do not need to say too many evasive words between them.

  "In return, we will help you with some tasks, but large-scale lethal weapons are probably a bit difficult"

  "Zhao Ziyang's fingers lightly tapped the armrest of the sofa, his eyes fixed on Gaddafi as he said in a low voice: "You should know that letting us help you get large-scale lethal weapons would undoubtedly send our undercover agents to their deaths. Something that even a poor country like Libya can't do, how could we possibly do it easily?"

  "Hahaha..." Gaddafi suddenly laughed, his slightly drooping eye corners making the sparkle in his eyes even more concentrated.

  "Not bad, I seem to have given you a bit of a problem." Kaddafi raised one hand, leaning forward from the waist as he sat on the sofa, his left hand resting on his knee and then bringing back his right hand in a crossed position, revealing his habitual oppressive aura.

  "It's a big problem!" Zhao Ziyang stretched out one finger, his entire body relaxed against the sofa, using this way to dissolve Gaddafi's spiritual pressure, and lightly laughed at Gaddafi: "I can help you deal with the opposition, I can help you deal with the US government, but for this matter, you haven't given me an equivalent exchange, so I won't agree."

  Gaddafi, who had just heard this harsh and powerful speech, did not say a word. He stretched his body out and leaned back on the sofa, casting Zhao Ziyang a few sideways glances, with a sinister and bloodthirsty smile spreading across the corners of his mouth.

  "Are you negotiating with me?" Kazafi's face turned gloomy, staring at Zhao Ziyang's eyes and said in a low voice: "In Libya, I can make you die instantly."

  This is a threat, an absolute threat.

  "Hahaha……" Hearing this threatening sentence, Zhao Ziyang burst into a loud and arrogant laughter. He looked at Gaddafi's threatening face with disdain, and his eyes suddenly shot out a fierce light like a beast. He said slowly: "You have to believe that as long as one of the hidden ones is still alive, Gaddafi's head does not belong to himself."

  The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive as soon as the words were spoken. The two people stared at each other, like two beasts about to bare their teeth and pounce.

  "Tap tap tap..." A crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground came, breaking the oppressive atmosphere.

  Gaddafi never had guards in his own place, which was also a side of his tough guy persona and his confidence. But he had an exceptionally fierce team of female bodyguards who would keep him tightly protected whenever he left the Presidential Palace.

  Gaddafi's female bodyguards earned him another nickname, becoming a dictator and a sex symbol in people's minds. He didn't explain anything about these rumors, letting others talk.

  。

  This lack of explanation has led to all sorts of speculation about Gaddafi's beautiful female bodyguards, who are shrouded in mystery.

  Upon hearing the sound of high heels, Qaddafi's face relaxed and the strong aura emanating from his body also dissipated along with the relaxation of his facial expression.

  "Haha......" Gaddafi's face broke into a smile, and he said to Zhao Ziyang, who was also calming down: "My wife, haha."

  Zhao Ziyang nodded and broke into a smile.

  "I've heard of Madame Zun, what an impressive woman." Zhao Zi Yang sincerely praised.

  Safiya al-Brasai, Gaddafi's second wife, their union was once the subject of much gossip and is still considered a legend.

  In June 1970, after Gaddafi announced the expulsion of US oil companies and American Wheelus Air Base, the CIA made six assassination attempts against Gaddafi using Libyan dissidents but all failed. On September 1 that year, on the first anniversary of the Libyan coup, they prepared a seventh attempt to assassinate Gaddafi.

  After the ceremony began, Gaddafi was reviewing the troops. Suddenly, a pretty nurse who was serving as a medic during the parade quietly squeezed next to Colonel Gaddafi's side. She was almost touching the colonel when she suddenly pulled out a pistol and aimed at the colonel's head. Just as she was about to pull the trigger, Colonel Gaddafi happened to turn his head and saw her.

  Gaddafi seemed to have no idea that the beautiful and charming nurse was there to assassinate him, and the nurse seemed to have completely forgotten her mission, her hand slowly falling. They entered a room, blocking the soldiers who followed them at the door. Gaddafi handed the pistol back to her and asked softly: "Can you tell me your name?" "Shafiq."

  A week later, several politicians who had bought Safia were arrested and executed on the wedding night of Gaddafi and Safia. After marriage, Gaddafi and Safia were inseparable, like glue. Safia was not only his loyal wife but also his loyal bodyguard. Soon, she helped her husband train a team of tall, gun-savvy female guards who served as Colonel Gaddafi's personal escorts.

  Sheikh's wife came in looking very rich and first rushed to Zhao Ziyang, showing a kind smile, then sat down beside Gaddafi, holding her husband's palm in her hand.

  "How are the children?" Qaddafi asked softly, gently smoothing his wife Safiya's headscarf.

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  "The children are all well, they always want to see you, but you're too busy." Shafiq said softly to Qaddafi, looking into his eyes filled with smiles, tenderly making people envy.

  "Take your time." Qaddafi patted Sha Fei Te's hand lightly, turned his head and said to Zhao Zi Yang: "Today's matter will be discussed here, you can go back now."

  This is an order in a commanding tone to expel the guests, Gaddafi worked and lived separately, when his wife arrived here, he would not continue to be busy with official duties, but accompany his wife.

  "Hehe, okay." Zhao Ziyang stood up and smiled at Cardoza and his wife before turning to leave first.

  "Wait." Sha Fei Te called out to stop Zhao Zi Yang.

  Qaddafi looked puzzled and did not know why his wife stopped Zhao Ziyang.

  "Oh? What's wrong, ma'am?" Zhao Ziyang turned around.

  Sha Fei Te looked at Zhao Zi Yang with a smile on his face, sizing him up for a while before nodding in satisfaction.

  "My husband's affairs are entrusted to you, if there is any difficulty, just mention it, and we will try our best to satisfy you."

  When Zhao Ziyang heard this, he was stunned for a moment. He couldn't believe that Sha Feite would say such a thing to him. If someone else had said it, it wouldn't have been a big deal, but the fact that it came from Sha Feite's mouth made it significant. Who is Sha Feite? Sha Feite is Qaddafi's most trusted person, and his female bodyguards were trained by Sha Feite himself.

  Gaddafi beside him did not speak, just smiled and looked at Zhao Ziyang, he was considered to have tacitly agreed, tacitly acknowledging the words spoken by his wife.

  "Don't think too much about it, I just saw that you are Chinese. The founding leader of your country is an idol for my husband and me, we have a lot of goodwill towards China." Shafiq explained.

  But this explanation made Zhao Ziyang even more bewildered, and he could only thank him before bidding farewell. He knew clearly that Saeed had just casually come up with a reason, and whether or not he was Chinese had nothing to do with the Gaddafi couple; he wasn't a Chinese soldier, but merely a mercenary.

  But anyway, Zhao Ziyang still had to attend to other matters. He also had to take care of Gambia and be prepared to deal with the eo at any time, so he had a lot on his plate and things were very complicated. However, as long as Qaddafi's attitude towards him improved, everything else could wait.